“Mooooooooom,” Throax whined as he trotted into Chrysalis’s throne room.

‘Oh great’, Chrysalis thought to herself as she rolled her eyes, “What do you want grub? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Um, no? It doesn’t look like you’re busy,” Thorax replied, pawing the floor and looking around nervously. The room was empty, save for Chrysalis lounging atop her throne, looking more than a little exasperated at her underling’s intrusion.

“I’m scheming you whelp!” Chrysalis barked, “Now, what do you want this time?”

“Oh nothing. I, uh, just figured I’d visit and see what you were doing,” he replied as he idly kicked at a pebble and watched it skip across the ground. “So how’s the scheming going?”

Chrysalis sighed as she face hoofed, “You were being bullied again weren’t you?”

“N…no,” the little changeling looked around timidly. “Well, yea maybe a little. It’s just that everyone keeps picking on me and sometimes Pharynx helps but then he starts making fun of me too and…” he prattled on miserably as the changeling queen pretended to listen, growing more and more disinterested as the moments passed.

Truth be told this was becoming an all too common occurrence as of late. Thorax never had been the ideal changeling, he’d lacked the sadistic streak his brothers and sisters shared and his performance at the assault on Canternot had been particularly lackluster, having fled from the melee as soon as it began. ‘If only I could find some use for him,’ Chrysalis thought as she watched him pathetically drone on about his woes and misfortune. Then, as if stricken by divine inspiration, a thought occurred. “Thorax dear,” the changeling queen said, cutting him off mid-sentence, “how about you come up here and tell me all about your troubles,” she clopped a hoof against the throne and beckoned him over.

“You mean up there next to you?” he asked, fidgeting and clearly uncomfortable at the proposition.

“Yes up here you idiot, er, I mean my dear,” Chrysalis responded, fighting the urge to chide the pitiful creature. Shuffling over to free some room beside her on the throne she forced herself to smile at him, “Come sit next to mama.”

“Oh wow I’ve never sat on the throne before, I mean, I’ve always thought about it but I didn’t want to make anyone mad and the last time I got too close to it one of the guards slapped me around and said I wasn’t worthy or something,” Thorax said in awe as he approached. Ascending the steps to the elaborately carved stone chair the changeling stallion reached its base, “So I can really sit on it with you?” he asked reverently.

“But of course,” Chrysalis replied, smiling down at her subject.

“Wow, just, oh wow,” Thorax exclaimed as he clamored up beside her, grinning like a giddy child as he surveyed the chamber. “So, um, nice weather up here,” Thorax awkwardly blurted as he looked at her sheepishly.

“Thorax, my dearest Thorax,” Chrysalis softly said as she wrapped her foreleg around his shoulders, causing him to start. “Do you know why I invited you up here?”

“Um, it wasn’t so you could hit me is it?” he asked, unsure of how to take this unexpected show of affection.

“It’s because you’re special Thorax. Of all my minions you, stand out like a sore thumb,” she continued, rubbing her hoof across his back tenderly.

“What’s a thumb?” he inquired in confusion, cocking an eyebrow, before Chrysalis brought her hoof to his lips.

“Shush, Mama’s talking,” she groaned before continuing. “The reason your special is because, unlike your brothers and sisters, you’re a good boy.”

“A good boy? Well, I always try to be good but nobody seems to like it and they always laugh at me,” Thorax lamented, dejectedly looking to the floor.

Chrysalis patted his head tenderly, “Being a good boy isn’t without benefits though my sweet,” leaning over she brought her fanged muzzle to his ear, “Only good boys can get a queen’s love.”

“A queen’s love? But I thought that we could only take love from others?” the changeling drone questioned, “I don’t understand.”

“Oh but how right you are little one,” Chrysalis said with a grin, “A queen’s love can’t be given, it must be taken.” The changeling queen rolled onto her back beside him, spreading her hind legs and exposing her groin in the process. Her crotch looked, for all intents and purposes, like any other mares, a moistened and slightly swollen vulva of dark flesh.

“M….mom!” Thorax complained, averting his eyes and blushing deeply at the lewd display.

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Chrysalis chuckled, “Have a closer look dear.” Reaching down with her forehooves she spread herself, revealing the tender and sensitive innards of her loins.

“I, uh,” Thorax began before his queen reached over and grabbed him by the head.

“That wasn’t a request,” she barked, pulling his face down and ramming it into her crotch.

“Mmmph mmmm mmpm!?” he mumbled, his muzzle firmly planted in her velvety flesh.

“Lick it you dolt,” Chrysalis replied exasperatedly, “service your queen.”
Thorax complied, withdrawing his muzzle he began running his serpentine tongue over her delicate folks and into her depths, savoring the flavor of his monarch’s carnal fruit. “Wow this tastes really yummy,” he exclaimed while lapping at her rapidly moistening loins.

“Sssssssh dear, let Mommy enjoy this,” Chrysalis whispered, closing her eyes and relishing the sensation. She lazed back and put her forehooves behind her head, lounging as the underling continued to please her. The corners of her mouth turned up in a grin as she felt an all too familiar feeling begin to stir deep within her pelvis.

Thorax, his eyes closed as he reveled in his work, didn’t notice as something began to protrude from his queen’s regal cooch until it booped him on the nose. Recoiling back slightly and looking down he witnessed a long proboscis slipping from her depths, slick and vascular as it swelled to length. “Um…Mom? What’s that?” he asked, poking it with his hoof and watching it sway slightly at his touch.

“That’s the royal cock my dear, it means you’re doing an exceptionally good job at taking my love,” Chrysalis cooed with amusement at her underling’s consternation.

“But it doesn’t look like mine at all,” Thorax replied as he looked back between his legs at his semi-erect member.

“That’s because it’s the royal cock you simpleton, and who said you could stop?” Chrysalis softly scolded as she pressed his head closer to her shaft with her thigh. The changeling queen was well aware that it wasn’t exactly a penis, in truth it was a prodigious ovipositor, although she was rather fond of referring to it as the ‘royal cock’. It suited the purpose of its namesake as a sexual organ and felt absolutely exquisite when stimulated properly.

Thorax was in heaven, he never thought that he, of all changelings, would be given such attention by their queen, granted he found it all rather odd and he didn’t quite understand everything but he gleefully pleased her all the same. Stepping sideways and straddling Chrysalis’s torso he pressed his nose against her member, drinking in the pungent smell of his queen’s divine equipment. Running his tongue up the length of her cock he kissed its blunt head, drinking the sweet nectar-like fluid which dribbled forth. ‘Hmmmm,’ he thought, ‘maybe if I suck on it I’ll be able to get Mama’s love quicker!” The notion wasn’t an illogical one given the nature of changelings and all given their feeding habits.
Thorax opened his jaws wide and began sliding Chrysalis’s length into his gullet, its silky surface gliding past his lips. Feeling the tip of her dick bump against the back of his throat did nothing but fill the little changeling with determination. Taking a deep breath Thorax relaxed his esophagus as he pressed his head down upon Chrysalis’s royal cock, allowing it to slip deep into his pharynx.

“Mmmmmmm, yes. Just like that,” the changeling queen moaned, enjoying the warm confines of Thorax’s throat and the sight of the drone choking himself on her colossal prick.

Thorax screwed his eyes shut as he felt her rod slide down his airway and nearly into his stomach, fighting his gag reflex he started bobbing his head and torso, pistoning her shaft into himself and intent on pleasuring his queen. His eyes flew open and his body tensed as he felt something warm caress his backdoor.

“Don’t you worry about me, I’m just making a few preparations,” Chrysalis said, retracting her tongue from his now slick ponut. Her horn glowed emerald as she began to rub and kneed his tight ass, playfully stretching and tugging his taught hole in an attempt to relax it for what was to come.

Poor Thorax wasn’t sure what the queen was doing back there but it felt weird, although not in a bad way. Continuing his job of fellating her majesty’s royal cock he gagged and sputtered, his throat bulging obscenely at the intrusion of the girthy organ. Feeling himself starting to become woozy from lack of oxygen Thorax began rearing his head back and withdrawing his queen’s cock from his mouth. Coughing and gagging the drone’s face was plastered with a concoction of her juices and his saliva, thick ropes of which still hung between himself and Chrysalis’s meaty shaft. “Um, cough cough, how will I know when I’ve gotten your love Mom?” Thorax asked, wiping the gooey mess from his muzzle while turning to face her.

“That’s just it Thorax, a queen’slove is special is it not?” Chrysalis asked while still magically massaging his rear entrance.

“Yea, I guess, cough,” he replied, breathing heavily.

“That’s right, it’s very special so you have to take it in a special way,” she tutted. Shoving him aside she rolled over and stood, towering over him she glared down with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Now be a good boy so I can show you just how you can properly take my love. Stand before my throne and place your front hooves on it for me,” she commanded.

“Oh, uh, alright,” he said as he hopped down. Doing as instructed he put his front hooves on the seat of the throne while his short and tattered tail swept across his lubricated rear. “Like this?”

Jumping down Chrysalis circled the drone before placing a hoof on his juicy flank. “Mmmmmmm, perfect,” she hummed as she mounted Thorax, her forelegs locking around his hips as she positioned herself. The queen’s royal cock leapt forward, expertly finding its place between his cheeks and gently prodding his entrance. “Now you’ll be able to take all of Mama’s love,” she groaned as she reared her hips back and slammed nearly half of her shaft into his puckered hole.

Thorax’s eyes went wide with shock and the air caught in his throat as he was speared by the titanic rod. His virgin hole, still slick from the queen’s rimming, strained around the unexpected entry. Unfortunately for him Chrysalis didn’t give him much time to adjust to it either, grinding more and more of herself into him as he fumbled to keep his footing. The drone struggled to catch his breath as the queen paused for a moment, his ass throbbing around her, but then she started to move again. Slowly she withdrew herself from his abused hole before jamming it back in, gradually picking up the pace until she was fucking him in earnest. Thorax had to do something, he was supposed to be taking her love after all yet here she was doing all the work. ‘If this is how I can take her love then I’ve gotta do my best!’ he though to himself. Steeling his resolve he braced his legs and began pushing back in time with her thrusts, rocking and swaying his hips in a bid to serve his queen.

“Tenacious little grub aren’t you?” Chrysalis scoffed, giving his flank a sound slap as he desperately pressed his ass backward. His squishy rump jiiggled slightly at the impact, rippling with the concussive force of each thrust as their bodies collided. The queens mighty rod snaked through her underlings innards, coating them with generous portions of precum as it deleved their depths. Every thrust caused her cock to grind against his prostate causing him to whimper and moan like a mare in heat.

Thorax couldn’t explain it but everything was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy, and he just felt so FULL. His dick bounced against his abdomen with each plunge of his queen’s thick cock, drooling precum as he was rutted. His head spun as he looked back and saw his belly bulge each time she drove her length into him. “Mama!” he cried, “Give me your love! I need it!” Gritting his teeth he rammed his ass back to meet her loins, violently bringing rocking back against her with renewed vigor.

‘Holy shit this worked out better than I could have ever dreamed,’ Chrysalis thought to herself as the drone hilted himself on her member. It’d been quite a while since she’d had a willing recipient and, judging from Thorax’s enthusiasm, he’s make quite the spectacular cum dumpster for her from here on out. Bucking her hips she began to pick up speed, her thrusts transforming form long and deliberate to short and frenzied. His ponut clung to her shaft lewdly, almost as if trying to prevent her cock escaping each time she pulled back. She could feel a warmth start to build in her guts as her royal cock began to pulse and swell, draping herself over his back she continued to ravage the drone.

Thorax wasn’t fairing much better himself, he could feel himself starting to reach his limit. He’d have to act fast to steal her love or he’d be worn out before long.Clamping down on her cock with his ass he feverishly moaned and pressed himself back against her assault, milking her dick in a desperate gamble to claim his prize.

Chrysalis threw her head back and cried in orgasmic bliss, her cock throbbing and distending as it filled the drone beneath her with eggs and her nutritious spunk. The changeling queen’s ovipositor distended and flexed as each egg passed through it and into Thorax’s eager hole, each popping inside and being deposited deep within his gut.
Mewling whorishly Thorax came, his cock slapping against his rapidly distending belly as he spilt his seed across the stone floor of the chamber. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he experienced the full force of a changeling queen’s love filling his body beyond its limit. His abdomen swelled and sagged, bloated depravedly it now resembled that of an expectant mare’s as Chrysalis’s orgasm finally began to subside.

Collapsing heavily atop Thorax, Chrysalis’s weight proved too much to bear, the changeling’s legs crumpled beneath him and he fell to the cum slick floor. “D…did I do good Mama?” Thorax asked weakly from under her.

The changeling queen simply grunted atop the now egg filled drone. As far as she was concerned if making Thorax feel accomplished meant she could continue to have a enthusiastic cockwarmer and plaything than so be it. “Yea," she wheezed, "you really showed me who’s boss,” patting him on the head as she enjoyed her post coitus bliss.